Let George Do It 3

By Red Rover and Rick1463

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Copyright 2018 by Red Rover and Rick1463, all rights reserved

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Major Characters:
 
Daniel (43) and Margaret (‘Peggy”) (41) Loring. Children: Angela (17), Roberta (14) and George (12).
 
Ralph (44) and Barbara (41) Dunbar. Children: Trevor (17), Dylan (16) and Scott (14) – Neighbors of the Loring’s.
 
Diane Doris (“DeeDee”) Webster (14) – Niece of Dan Loring, staying with the Loring’s while her parents are in Africa for a year on an expedition.
 
Part 3
 
So, we went slowly down the stairs to our doom, (or so I thought). Angie led the way, followed by Bobbi and me, with George bring up the rear. (And getting a good look at MY rear in the process.)
 
The Loring’s had a large family room with lots of chairs and couches. Aunt Peggy and Uncle Dan were at one end of the room. Seated at the other end was a middle-aged couple who I assumed were the Dunbar parents. Three teenage boys were on a couch on one side; the couch on the other side bas empty. The Dunbar’s were all tall, and looked to be in good physical shape, especially the boys.
 
Angie and Bobbi hurried across the room to join the two boys at the ends of the couch. Angie stopped in front of the older-looking boy, who I assumed to be Trevor, and Bobbi went to the youngest one, who I figured was Scott. They were greeted with big hugs and the usual pats on their bare bottoms, which made both of them giggle like eight-year-olds. The middle boy joined in the bottom-patting but not the hugs. Then the two girls sat on their respective boy’s laps and were rewarded by snuggling.
 
In the meantime, George and I were standing in the middle of the room. When the girls were settled into the laps of the boys, George cleared his throat. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he stated, “I want to introduce the latest addition to the Loring family, DeeDee Webster, our 14-year-old cousin from back east. She will be staying with us for the next year or so, while her parents are off in Africa.”
 
“DeeDee, this is Ralph and Barbara Dunbar – our next-door neighbors and very close friends. The three boys are Trevor, on the right, he’s 17, Dylan, in the middle, is 16 and Scott, on the left, is 14.”
 
Mrs. Dunbar smiled at me and said, “Hello DeeDee, it’s nice to meet a new family member. We have been very close to the Loring’s for almost twenty years. I went to college with Peggy and we’ve been BFF ever since. Our kids have grown up together and you look like a nice little girl. I hope you will be happy here.”
 
(“Nice little girl,” indeed! I know I’m the smallest person in the room, but I’m not a six-year-old, dammit!)
 
Then it got even worse. “George,” She suggested, “Why don’t you let us get a better look at your new little sister?”
 
George glanced over at Aunt Peggy, who smiled and nodded. “OK, little one, arms up,” he commanded. When I raised my arms in shocked compliance, he pulled my shirt up over my head and off, leaving me completely naked in front of four adults, four teenage boys and two giggling girls.
 
(OK, now it’s time for the asteroid to hit the house!)
 
Aunt Peggy beckoned me over. “You are a very pretty little girl,” she said. And proceeded to examine me from head to toe, complete with the stroking and patting that I was beginning to accept as part of my punishment for whatever sins I may have committed in my young life.
 
Then I was passed on to the other three adults for more stroking and patting and then to the three boys for more of the same. By now, I was feeling like one of the slave girls being auctioned off in one of those fantasy comic books the kids in my old middle school used to pass around at recess. I am sure that I was blushing from head to foot the whole time.
 
Then Mrs. Dunbar, who seemed to be the ringleader of this perverted circus, spoke up again. “Now it’s time for the social spankings. George should have the honor of going first as he’s going to be in charge of little DeeDee for the next year.”
 
There was a heavy armless dining-room chair that I had not noticed before. George dragged it out to a strategic point in the room, so everybody would have a good view of my humiliation. Then he sat down and beckoned to me.
 
“Over my lap like a good little girl,” he said, in a firm but kindly tone.
 
Deciding that running out of the house naked in a strange city was not a good option, I put myself over his lap, presenting my bare bottom for his “ministrations.”  After some considerable (and probably unnecessary) manipulation of my legs, hips and torso, he delivered a hard smack with his hand to my left bottom cheek. Naturally I yelped in surprise, which set off more giggles from the girls and chuckles from the boys.
 
George spanked me slowly and carefully, being careful to alternate strokes to the left and right cheeks and covering my whole bottom. The spanks were firm, but not super-hard and I could tell he was not using his full strength. After the first loud yelp, I stayed fairly quiet with just an occasional “ow” or “ooh.” My bottom was quite warm and very stingy by the time he stopped. It hurt, but there was also a kind of glow that I couldn’t really describe – sort of sexual, but not really, if that makes any sense. I didn’t count the spanks, but it seemed like 20-30 or so total. The last five spanks were, however, delivered with full force and I howled like a banshee as each was administered.
 
George held me over his lap for a minute or so, rubbing my bottom soothingly. Then he let me up and directed me to stand between his knees facing him as he took out a small sewing kit. Opening the kit, he pulled out a small plastic envelope, a pair of tweezers, a comb and a very small pair of scissors. I had a fairly dense bush of red hair for a 14-year-old and was secretly proud of it when I undressed for gym, but that was in a locker room with just other girls present. Now I was in the presence of both adults and teenagers of both sexes and it was totally embarrassing.
 
George began by carefully combing my pubes so they were nice and orderly. (I assume because my eyes were closed or looking away). The process did tickle though, and I could not suppress some very little-girlish giggles. The I did look down as he carefully separated a small batch of hair from the rest with his tweezers, then snipped it off with the scissors. It hurt a little as he stretched out the hairs, but not when he cut them. He then put the hairs into a little envelope and put it and the rest of his tools back into the sewing kit.
 
George then gave me a hug and said, “You did very well, little girl. I am proud of you.”  Then he turned me around, pointed me toward Scott. “Go sit on Scott’s lap for a while, DeeDee. Angela, you can come over now.” Of course, he sent me on my way with a spank to my bare bottom.
 
So, I limped over to Scott and sat on his lap. In a version of “musical laps,” Angela moved to George’s lap and Bobbie went to Trevor. Dylan had moved to a chair next to his parents to free up the center of the couch so that Trevor and Scott would have ample spanking room.
 
The next event consisted of George removing Angela’s shirt and giving her a “social spanking,” almost identical with mine, except that he didn’t collect a pubic hair sample. Then Trevor removed Bobbie’s shirt and gave her her social spanking but didn’t take a hair sample either. So now all three of us girls were naked and sporting red bottoms.
 
Then it was my turn again, as Scott took me over his lap and gave me the same spanking as George has given me. Like George, he set me between his legs after the spanking and took a pubic hair sample. Then it was musical laps again as I moved to Trevor’s lap, Bobbie to George’s lap and Angela to Scott’s lap. Another three spankings finished the round so that each girl had received three spankings, one from each boy. At the end, we all had very red bottoms and were all crying softly, but not making a big fuss about it.
 
So, then we were directed to pass among the adults and Dylan where we had our bottoms checked for temperature and our private parts “inspected” for leakage with baby wipes. The inspections made me blush again in embarrassment, but the other girls just seemed to accept it as normal.
 
When the process was completed, Aunt Peggy announced, “Well we are off to a very good start for the evening. Girls, if you will help me with the food, we can repair to the dining room for dinner.”
 
 
 
End of Part 3
 
 
 
 
 

   
   
   
 
 
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